Graduation

Graduation, at any stage, can be difficult. We connect with other people; create and maintain precious bonds through times that can be as turbulent as any before it. I find graduation to be particularly difficult. I made some great bonds and I will always remember those with whom I have those bonds. This is for them and for ANYONE who feels saddened at the prospect of leaving those friends behind.

To live in separate hemispheres And keep in touch throughout the years With strange and convoluted twists The souls had always wanted this:

A bond transcends some mere connection That only found upon reflection A friend for you and you to me With genuine reciprocity

We talked with others, a little while But often found it bleak and vile We decided then, made up our mind Together to leave them behind

Though not for long, for we’d come back A brief escape, to just relax Away from gossip, teenager’s strife Him this, her that, trifling and rife

And replace it with a sky cocoon Our little secret, our sacred room To share within our hopes and fears To scream those screams and cry those tears

But then we dry our eyes and laugh And here I speak on our behalf Those memories un-forgettable And that friendship un-regrettable

The end was said to then approach We hugged goodbye and huddled close To share last words and few confessions Which ended in large, lunged digressions

And at the close when you had gone I pondered hard and pondered long The question that our futures hold And what might be lost when they unfold

And then it dawned, a sinking sorrow That our yesterdays won’t hold tomorrow That our sky cocoon had come unspun Then back to earth, our dreams were done

So distance becomes defining law To lose a friend, a loss so raw Or that we grasp this now with grief A disillusionment, a disbelief

But then I thought this my friend Can there ever be an end? We’ll travel together, through the stars Go back after coming so far?

We’ll weave again that sky cocoon! Depart at noon and to the moon! Though we find ourselves apart for now We'll stay connected, someway, somehow.

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